I think I have a pornographic memory.
Don't you mean photographic?
No.
I'm at the store buying plan b and vodka
the cocktail of hope
Slurping strawberries throug a straw. It feels like the kool-aid man is coming in my mouth.
shes still here... layin in my bed watching a beyonce concert on tv drinking leftover franzia straight outta the bag and crying
I don't think eating half of a pickle out of my mouth counts as getting to know me
Not sure. All I know is that she has a tight dark green skirt and I will not rest until I have used my teeth to rip it off of her
Dude, just found out there's a monster in a video game named after me. No more dating nerds.
All I remember is dance battling with a man named tom the entire time who kept buying me drinks so id say it was a success
maybe one of us should just pity fuck him and get it over with.
My fucking earlobe is bruised what the hell
I pack a first-aid kit when I DD for you. What does that tell you about your partying? For what I see and do, paying my food and gas for the night is a goddamn BARGAIN.
I just got his Save the Dave and, to answer your next question, NO I AM NOT GOING TO THE WEDDING OF THE GUY WHO GOT DRUNK AND CAME ON MY CHEST.
My bed smells like the plague
I hate that I still want him to look at me as the vagina that got away.
Do you think it's illegal to drive without your pants on?
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